Sunday, August 2, 2009

Whose sticky hands are these?And what is this empty placeI could be happily lost but for your faceHere stands an empty houseThat used to be full of lifeNow it's home for no one and his wifeIt's a hovel andWho can take your place?I can't face another dayAnd who will shelter me?It's cold in hereCover me

Under these fingertips a strange body rolls and dipsI close my eyes and you're here againLater as day descendsI'll shout from my windowTo anyone listening. "I'm losing"

Who can take your place?I can't face another dayAnd who will shelter me?It's cold in hereCover me

Oh in a plague of hateful questioningTap dancing every syllable from ear to earI hear the din of lovers joustingWhen I'm hiding with my head to the wall